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Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz


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Three Poems by Catherine Edmunds

The Persistence of Prunes

two prunes
sold for twice
their expected value
at spinks
the auctioneers
yesterday

they had been used
by the resistance
to smuggle maps
behind enemy lines

i had to read the article
several times
and am still not quite sure
how the prunes
managed their daring feat

but i enjoyed the story

too much war stuff
is jingoistic
offensive glorification
of the unutterably unspeakable

not enough
is about the simple heroism
of fruit

i am not being facetious here
(well, not entirely)

i think
we should remember
the important things

like fruit

the persistence of prunes
in times of danger
the honour of oranges
and the pacifism
of a peach

a soft
gentle
peach

peaches never go to war

only their wrinkled cousins
the perennial prunes

sixty years on
the persistent prunes
still survive
for spinks
to sell
to the highest bidder

a peach would have passed away
long ago
dropping its stone
to start a new life

i think
i'd sooner
be a peach
than a prune




Violinists

in rhythm no vib but don't pull it out no open E sound use a bit of upper arm on slurs don't thwack left wrist away from fiddle retake thin out your bow strokes with great care tiny bows very neat

very neat?

I don't do very neat

I do great big splashy sounds and molto vib or none. none at all. I like to thwack. tiny bows? nope. this is mozart, not - not - not some uptight prissy prissy prissy - oh I don't know.

finished? can I go now? can I go home and play this without great fat sighs and excruciating expressions that mean nothing, full of false agony? why agony anyway? what's wrong with joy? what's wrong with smiling, even laughing? and I don't mean that smug all knowing smile that makes me want to slap you.

I hate
really hate
classical violinists
holier than thou my music is so 'meaningful' violinists
violinists who want to keep their music dead and kill you with stony looks if you look for life
violinists who won't let you dance to haydn
violinists who use shoulder rests so that the violin fuses their spine into stiffness
violinists who switch on their neat little vibrato at the start of the performance and switch it off again at the end, instead of taking every note and caressing it into life
violinists who daren't play an open E (else what would happen?)
violinists who keep hygrometers in their cases

yes, you heard me -
hygrometers.

but you know
I also hate folk fiddlers
who rejoice in having no technique
thinking that makes them more authentic
it doesn't
it just makes them shit

rock violinists
who think they're so cool just because they're lending their classical skills to a 'lesser' genre
they're not cool
they're sad
go home

violinists who are so up their own arses that they market themselves using just one name, where us mere mortals are stuck with at least two

thing is
if you play the violin like that
I dread to think what you're like in bed

not a lot of fun

so throw away your shoulder rest, drink Flying Herbert, loosen your bow, use scordatura tuning for a hoot, and try sleeping with non-musicians. you'll be amazed.




P"iano"

twenty years ago today
some person or persons unknown
took a piano up ben nevis
sat down
ate their sandwiches
then covered the piano with stones
because a piano is heavy
they were tired
and couldn't face carrying it
the last twenty metres or so to the summit
but
they didn't want any passing mountaineers
nicking it on the way down

they reached the top
opened a few cans of cider
celebrated
set the world to rights
then staggered back down the mountain

they forgot all about the piano

then last week,
someone found it
but couldn't play a celebratory tune
because the keyboard was missing
so they broke it up
and asked thirty passing hikers
to carry pieces down

i hope they re-assembled it
at the bottom
and found that the keyboard had magically re-appeared
and someone had an old fifty pence piece
to put in the slot
to make it play
the carpenter's greatest hits

then the thirty hikers
could sing along
and feel a real sense of achievement
could sing of rainy days and mondays
as clouds dropped lumps of water on them
even though it was only Wednesday


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Catherine Edmunds is a violinist from England who has recently re-invented herself as a writer.